Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Television,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.